21 years ago I am in the
hospital.
My parents are with Alexander and me when
we leave Lenox Hill two days later.
But I still get to kiss
Alexander at 5:30 this morning, before he leaves with Adam and Michael to drive
back to New York. He still gets to have breakfast with his adored grandmother. He then gets to spend five uninterrupted hours
alone with two of his favorite people. And finally, he gets to have a special dinner in
New York with his much loved grandparents, Nonno and Lala. And there, he has his first legal drink. Perhaps this isn't the birthday Alexander
thought he’d be having when he turned 21, but still, it's not a bad one.
Happy birthday
sweetheart. I love you.
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